Girls in the men's room [Open/Active]
Characters: Xerxes Break, Ciel Phantomhive, open
Setting: The theatre, probably moving if Ciel tries to run.
Time: Early night 17
Summary: Ciel is in a dress, and that simply won't do for Break's ~loyal servant~ to wear, so Break helps him find new clothes. Then, suddenly, CYBERSIX COMES TO THE RESCUE!!!!!1!
Warnings: Break tearing a small child out of his clothes. I swear to god it's innocent, but there is no way this CAN'T look bad-- hence the squick tag.
"Hut-two-three-four~," Break sang, keeping a firm grip on Ciel's shoulders as he marched him into the theatre and across the stage, littered with gore and unidentifiable fleshy bits. "Keep on gooo-ing or Mas-ter Break will tick-le you~"
No servant of Xerxes Break was going to go around in those ridiculous clothes. He wasn't the sort to judge based on that sort of thing, but there was a time and a place for all things, and this was decidedly not the time nor the place for floofy and uncomfortable dresses, much less for something so dreadful as a corset. It was too dangerous, and he was absolutely not going to allow Ciel to die because he was trying to run from hellhounds and he got all tangled up in his skirts. And since Ciel seemed too mortified to deal with the problem on his own, Break had taken it upon himself to find proper clothes for the boy before night fell, whether or not he liked it.
Setting: The theatre, probably moving if Ciel tries to run.
Time: Early night 17
Summary: Ciel is in a dress, and that simply won't do for Break's ~loyal servant~ to wear, so Break helps him find new clothes. Then, suddenly, CYBERSIX COMES TO THE RESCUE!!!!!1!
Warnings: Break tearing a small child out of his clothes. I swear to god it's innocent, but there is no way this CAN'T look bad-- hence the squick tag.
"Hut-two-three-four~," Break sang, keeping a firm grip on Ciel's shoulders as he marched him into the theatre and across the stage, littered with gore and unidentifiable fleshy bits. "Keep on gooo-ing or Mas-ter Break will tick-le you~"
No servant of Xerxes Break was going to go around in those ridiculous clothes. He wasn't the sort to judge based on that sort of thing, but there was a time and a place for all things, and this was decidedly not the time nor the place for floofy and uncomfortable dresses, much less for something so dreadful as a corset. It was too dangerous, and he was absolutely not going to allow Ciel to die because he was trying to run from hellhounds and he got all tangled up in his skirts. And since Ciel seemed too mortified to deal with the problem on his own, Break had taken it upon himself to find proper clothes for the boy before night fell, whether or not he liked it.